Page 11 of Exhale

“Want to. Enjoy this.” I did, and I was. Lying back next to him, I explored his skin. The fine hairs on his chest and those gorgeous nipples—tight buds that I kissed before tracing the shape of his pecs with my tongue. I ran my fingers over the lines down his stomach, loving the feel of hard muscles under my hand. It felt strangely familiar, touching him like this. I knew what to do. I knew what felt good, and I suddenly wanted to give him all those things that I loved being done to me.

“Can I blow you?” My mouth was braver than my head, but with his dick in my hand, I wanted more than anything to lick it too, which seemed fine with him as he pushed me off and motioned at me to move. He crawled ahead of me into what looked like the living area, and I followed. I hadn’t paid any attention to our surroundings, but there was now soft carpet under my knees, and a comfortable-looking sleep area with a mattress, where he was shuffling around, stuffing pillows under his neck. I joined him on the clean, crisp bedding—another welcome relief as we tumbled around, all arms and legs and hands, his mouth clasped on mine.

“Much better,” I growled. “Where were we?”

“I’m all yours, Prince Charming,” he grunted back. “Now suck my dick.”

I loved that he took control almost as much as I loved his quirky sense of humour. I loved that he let me do whatever I wanted. He laughed and stuffed another pillow behind his back, spreading his legs to accommodate me, and somehow it wasn’t awkward at all.

I hadn’t really looked, but now that I did, I was stunned into silence. He was still in his underwear, his rock-hard dick poking through the hem of the black silky things that covered his groin. They were not made for girls, that was clear, but they were… I couldn’t even think straight. I reached out to stroke the fabric, fingertips against harsh lace, and he hid his face with his arm, shooting me a shy smile beneath his elbow.

“Fuck, you’re stunning,” I groaned out. He was. He was more perfect than he knew.

I arranged myself between his legs. It was like I was made to lie there, and he fitted so perfectly back against me that I could’ve cried as I gently released him from the panties and sucked the tip of his cock into my mouth. My throat spasmed at the sensation. I hadn’t expected it to overwhelm me as much as it did. He was a lovely size, but my mouth was just not used to so much skin, taste, warmth, and most of all, I was sucking dick. Me, The Great Jamie Walters was pressing on and taking this beautiful man deep into my mouth, struggling against the need to gag and the water in my eyes. I was loving what I was doing, but I wanted to learn how to do it well, how to relax enough to take him all the way down my throat.

“Take it easy,” he panted. “You’re good. Just go slow.”

Slow was hard because I was never slow. I bobbed away, sucking at his head, the foreskin moving deliciously under my tongue. At one point I got my hand in on the gig as well. Hell, yes. I was the goddamn king of blow jobs, sucking and slobbering all over him alongside the sound of his moans above my head. I ripped his underwear down, revelling in the slide of silk against my fingers as his hips moved under my firm grip, his sounds and laughter, the smell of him overwhelming my senses.

I was finally getting the hang of it and went deeper. I still gagged and spluttered, but I didn’t mind anymore. His pubes were against my nose. When his hands suddenly tugged at my hair, I realised that this, this was exactly where I wanted to be. His cock so far down my throat that my face was spasming, his nails scratching my skin, his mouth churning out noises that were like music to my ears and then—

“Sorry!” he gasped.

I wasn’t sorry. I was giving the blow job of my life, and he was orgasming straight into my mouth. Sharp-tasting, warm liquid spilled over my tongue as I pulled off to swallow, only to greedily head back for more, another strand of white shooting out over my hand. I licked it off, giving him a cheeky grin, then sucked his dick back into my mouth, buzzing with the sheer excitement of having pulled this off.

“You’re a fucking devil. That mouth of yours…” He looked wrecked, and we were only just starting.

“Beginner’s luck?” I winked, licking a line up his stomach, sucking a nipple into my mouth on the way as he squirmed underneath me. I still had his undergarments squished into a ball in my hand, the silk a weird comfort against my skin. I couldn’t even remember how I’d got them off his ridiculously long legs, but there we were.

“Too sensitive…need to…hang on a minute.” He was panting, his chest moving up and down under the palm of my hand. “Just lie here and cuddle me for a sec. Then I’ll blow your mind with my insane tongue skills.”

“Oh!” was all I could say. I lay with my head on his chest and brought the silk up to my face, brushing it against my cheek, burying my nose in it. It smelled of him. Of us. Of everything that was good in the world. Moving my hand down, I lazily stroked myself, my dick jerking in my grip against the silky sharpness. I lovedthis, rubbing myself off on his underwear. I loved this crazy man whose fingers tangled in my hair.

“Jamie?”

“Yeah?”

“You like my manties, don’t you?”

“Manties?” I snuffed out. “Manties?”

“Men’s panties. Pretty silky things. I like them too.”

“I love that you wear them.” Lifting on my elbow, I turned onto my side and shuffled closer. He moved to accommodate me, and I was once again back in that perfect space where I felt alive, comfortable and safe with this boy who might just be the least safe option, given he had thrown my life into a turmoil I may never be ready to face. He made me feel something I didn’t know how to describe.

“Thank you, I suppose?” His spunk had clearly messed with my head because all I could do was smile and drool over his chest. “I think you’re beautiful. You’re goddamn perfect. Every little part of you.”

I was trying not to be weird, but in that moment I needed all of him, as much as I could get. I wrapped myself around him, pulling him closer until my face was scrunched into his neck. It was a lovely feeling, being so close to him, our chests pressed so tightly together and his hands gently stroking my back. Heartbeat against heartbeat, my soul screaming to be with his, and all the while his panties were balled up in my fist like the strangest comfort blanket ever.

“I can’t wait to be inside of you,” he whispered. “I’m going to fall so hard for you, I’m not sure I’ll be able to cope. You’re just…everything.”

“I’m not perfect.” His words had made me emotional, my response sniffled against his chest. “I’m a mess, but I’m a good mess. And as long as you just love me, in all my messiness with all my crazy ideas and impulsive moments, then I will…I’ll fall just as hard for you. You give me all these vibes, and I don’t know how to describe them. Have you ever felt like that? Like the world has suddenly shifted, and everything you ever knew is suddenly different?”

“Nah.” He smiled. “But then, I’ve never met anyone like you. You just talk about feelings and speak your mind. You don’t play games at all, do you?”

“Well, tennis? I like tennis.”

He swatted at me and then peppered my face with his kisses, both of us laughing and then becoming serious again.

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